Nowhere on Earth can I settle*

It looks like a story without punctuation but it is a portrait of a dear lost place. And it was the place of my father’s last farewell. A place that becomes an emotional space and tells of things inside and outside, of peace and turmoil, of dreaming and waking. It is also the memory of a habit, of subtle and light repetition. From repetition, however, comes the difference.

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